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This roof keeps me dry when the rain falls |
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This door helps to keep the cold at bay |
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On this floor I can stand on my own two feet |
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On this chair I can write my lessons |
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On this pillow I can dream my nights away |
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And this table as you can see |
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Well, it's perfect for tea |
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It isn't much |
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But it is enough for me |
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It isn't much |
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But it is enough |
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On these walls I hang wonderful pictures |
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Through this window I can watch the seasons change |
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By this lamp I can read |
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And I, I am set free |
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And when it's cold outside |
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I feel no fear |
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Even in the winter storms |
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I am warmed |
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By a small but stubborn fire |
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And there is nowhere I would rather be |
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It isn't much |
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But it is enough for me |
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It isn't much |
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But it is enough for me |
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For this is my house |
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This is my house |
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It isn't much |
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But it is enough for me |
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This is my house |
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This is my house |
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It isn't much |
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But it is enough for me |
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And when it's cold and bleak |
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I feel no fear |
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Even in the fiercest storms |
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I am warmed |
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By a small but stubborn fire |
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Even when outside it's freezing |
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I don't pay much heed |
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I know that everything i need is in here |
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It isn't much |
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But it is enough for me |
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It isn't much |
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But it is enough for me |
